Chapter 33: I Deleted Them All

Since you want to take revenge, what are you planning to do?

First, rest for a day; I'm feeling a bit feverish in the head.

You even know your head is feverish? If you take back your words now, I can pretend the previous things never happened.

I'm not trying to go back on my word; I want to re-examine the earlier information and judgment.

... So you really intend to do it?

You're already an adult over a hundred years old; don't hesitate.

Are you like a nineteen-year-old high school student? Who do you even resemble? Your dad and mom don't have a trace of you!

Isn't the statement backwards?

You actually still have the mood to complain about this?!

This is exactly the result of resting; to return to normal condition, at least your perspective and mental strength need to come back.

Letting emotions run free will hinder any possible viewpoint; if the plan has loopholes or discrepancies, we'll lose there.

Life only comes once; my soul might not be as resilient as yours, able to be pieced back together even if shattered.

? You make a lot of sense, but didn't you skip my death report? "Having seen the holy light used by the opposite side, and then seeing the file title 'Soul Gathering Report', I think any normal person could guess it—does thinking solely with the soul really make one slower than a living person?"

So you really want to do it?

You think I'm just joking?

Um... I just feel this decision was made too quickly.

Revenge still needs thinking and consideration? Brewing anger? Enduring a moment makes you angrier the more you think, stepping back makes you feel more loss the more you think.

Just......

You don't look very angry or hateful... Morisen watched Aomo frequently using the search engine with the help of Heaven's Gate City's network, appearing extremely focused and serious, giving the impression he was studying earnestly rather than preparing for revenge.

Just the atmosphere, this guy seeing he didn't die looks regretful, suddenly wanting to give everything for his own revenge... Morisen always feels it's a bit unreal.

But such words naturally shouldn't be spoken.

Still the same saying; Morisen till now feels his understanding of his adopted son is insufficient, daily banter often can't tell whether the other is genuine or just acting.

But only when the other party said for the second time, 'The dead can't be changed, I want to see the living,' did Morisen indeed see a hint of red rising in Aomo's brown eyes.

He clearly knew that wasn't firelight reflected from the screen; that man he despised, as Aomo's father, also had such blood-red eyes, and that blood-red always appears right before the manifestation itself—truly the epitome of bloodline power.

If this happens a few more times, this kid might not even need to schedule a bloodline awakening.

Being suddenly disturbed by an incident to the point of shaking the bloodline's shackles, this interference must be sufficiently severe; realizing this, Morisen knows he shouldn't doubt this child,

This child's heart is indeed filled with rage; that rage even shook the long-dormant bloodline, yet he remains thus restrained, pressing down all the emotions that should have surged and rioted; the surging flame can only leak out as sparks through the field of vision, also hindering the release of power.

He began to think: if this child weren't of this temperament, would the demonic power belonging to him have awakened long ago?

But thinking about it, if this child weren't of this temperament, he'd probably still be suffering alongside me, perhaps even unable to endure and would have run off somewhere, wandering aimlessly.

He might even lack the trait of observation.

And without observation, that dean wouldn't have proactively mentioned this child, letting him suddenly realize that those two rascals had dumped an innocent child in the Demon Realm District as an orphan—the dean also felt the child wasn't suited to stay in the Demon Realm District; he should have early on contacted other people, experienced more diverse humans, and should have engaged with more beautiful and uplifting things.

For example, the horse girls of Boundary Gate District, whom they pride themselves on, each grasp the desire for victory and the determination to chase dreams.

But those girls with horse ears and tails seemingly didn't soften that child's heart; rather, the tenacity of competing and opposing was indeed conveyed to the child, gradually shaping him into his current form.

Aomo.

Morisen, standing at the side of the screen, suddenly spoke after a silence, causing Aomo to glance sideways slightly.

Do you shout loudly when you play games?

Hearing it was just such a question, Aomo turned his gaze back to continue browsing: 'Occasionally, what's up?'

Nothing, just keep it up.

?

It was truly strange enough to make Aomo look again at the screen area occupied by Morisen, only to see the browser's original section.

It seems Morisen went off to do something else... Aomo reopened the Heaven's Gate City intercity highway map and aerial route map he had opened; saying he was resting a day, but he's actually preparing the plan—this rest has a bit of moisture.

But the original intention was merely to settle his mood, restrain his mindset, pull his state out of today's chaos, ideally restoring his former observational perspective; entering work mode like this has much the same effect.

Just like when he was dealing with horse girl materials, wholeheartedly collecting and inferring.

Although overtaxing the brain, the result is generally satisfying; the difference only lies in that when he's busy with the latter, he usually spends several continuous hours, whereas for this route planning he only intends to do half an hour first.

Then go and tell Morisen about the thing of being soul‑transmigrated that he hadn't had a chance to bring up before.

This is also the reason for tomorrow's visit to the police station.

Just checking online resources naturally isn't enough; he also needs to chat with the police about some 'trivial matters,' and meanwhile wait to see how the Security Bureau responds after receiving and organizing the information.

Hopefully I won't really have to do it myself... Although the imminent acquisition of two large sums could indeed be considered for some quick‑force buildup plans, spending the money feels great, but afterward the mood might not be so wonderful.

And......

The cursor on the light screen stopped; Aomo ceased operation, stood up, turned toward the washroom to wash his face, then looked at the youth in the mirror and sighed.

He is prepared, but he is also reluctant to admit it.

Admitting he's so emotional, admitting he wants to smash the established plan and original goal.

Interfering with confidential cases, even arranging killings... how could that be normal enrollment?

Speaking of which, it's about this time...... acceptance letter, acceptance letter, oh, got it! Aomo pulled out his handheld terminal, made a simple adjustment, and indeed saw that politely worded acceptance letter, as well as the source energy engineering institute named on the signature.

Having received this email, his ideal, his goal, his track are already more than halfway there; even with no one competing for the lane, he just needs to maintain steady improvement—like a mediocre horse, stable in the middle stretch, accelerating at the end, all peaceful.......

Aomo looked at the text on the light screen, then looked again at himself in the mirror.

After such mutual gaze lasted nearly half a minute, Aomo then looked back at the light screen and clicked on the function bar of the email website.

【Delete】

【Recycle Bin】

【Thoroughly Delete】

This might be somewhat laughable, after all, deleting the email doesn't mean he can't enroll, nor does it mean the registration received by the school will disappear.

But his face was drawn tight enough, his gaze sufficiently resolute, and his fingers also appeared sufficiently steady.

He would never let himself be left with no choice, but since he has made up his mind.....

He should not be distracted by these.